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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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I gotta brag a bit about my fav hangout: Café des Pixels on Rue des Hackers. It's super chill, a bit ramshackle and the wifi is outta this world. Sure, sometimes I get frustrated 'cause a few bugs make the app crash. I’m like, "Oh no! I’m a clumsy droid!" but then I remember, even Nemo had struggles.

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